huh the more you know

anonymous asked:

I'm still a little confused about the whole who Savitar is thing and time remnants and flash point, could you try and explain it if you have time?

It’s complicated in part because it’s discussed in canon as a closed time loop, similar to Eobard’s sort of paradoxical existence / time loop, and our brains don’t do so good with loops (and the Flash canon doesn’t really involve loops, it just pretends that it does, but it makes more sense to conceive of speedster time-travel as more linear and branching).

A simple explanation that I drew from to answer this came from ScreenRant so do check it out. But here’s what I’ve got, to the best of my current understanding.

Originally posted by fyeahgrantgust

First things first: Savitar’s and Cisco’s explanations.

Savitar says that Barry will create time remnants to kill Savitar, and all but one of them will die. That time remnant will be shunned because he’s not the “real” Barry, and moreover, this is after Iris is dead (I assume? It’s implied) so no one is really in an emotional state to be there for a time remnant confused about his own existence. He’s literally Barry, a grieving Barry, one who has lost everything and isolated himself and is all the darkest parts of himself. That’s the Barry who makes the time remnants to fight Savitar, and doesn’t think about the consequences of having one of them survive.

So this time remnant, we’ll call him Barry-S, he’s lost and confused and hurting just as bad as Barry, just as angry, and even worse. He sees that Barry has everything but shuns it: the love and acceptance of the people who he still has left. isolated, Barry-S sort of says “fuck this” and leaves. Presumably, time travels, heads to other dimensions, begins to build his suit, and over time creates this reputation as “the first speedster” for himself. Maybe we can conjecture that at first, he’s training, trying to go up against other speedsters to improve, finding the fastest people across time and dimensions so that he can get fast enough to stop Savitar, to fix all this. He’s still Barry, after all.

But like the parable of the Black Night, this White Night runs through the forest searching for his enemies for so long that his suit of armor becomes muddied and his heart bleak, and becomes what he sought to end and avenge. He slowly realizes his suit is becoming that of Savitar’s, as he builds it, and that his speed is truly becoming unparalleled after all, and what his reputation is becoming as the “God of Motion”. He sees where it’s going, and it grips his (cold, still grieving, bleak and heavy) heart. And he continues. Pushes on. Continues to fight and kill, becoming what ruined him.

Because it’s all he has left. It’s all he ever had. Was this pain, that Barry bore him into the world with. Memories of a life and an Iris that were never his, because they belonged to Barry, and not to Barry-S, not to the mere remnant.

Originally posted by westallengifs

So after… who knows how long. Weeks, centuries, time is totally relative to someone like that, he returns. Returns to 2021. That’s right. Returns to the Barry who created him to wreak his vengeance. Except that doesn’t go exactly as planned.

That Barry is waiting with a trap, the one built by Tracy to deal with Savitar’s suit. So when Barry-S arrives decked out in the suit, and he is trapped in the speedforce. Note that up until he was created, he and Barry had the same memories, so Barry must’ve gone to Tracy after the fiasco with the time remnants “mostly” dying, and likely Savitar ditched shortly after that, only to seemingly return later (to challenge Barry) once the trap was complete. Except it’s Barry-S returning. 

I mean, it’s still “Savitar”, but he’s younger than the Savitar in 2017 who kills Iris. Barry-S hasn’t done that yet. He’s the younger version of Savitar except he’s run into the future, to 2021, to challenge Barry. And maybe it’s Barry-S and not the older Savitar because he kills his older self and takes his place. Maybe he has to, to be strong enough to face Barry, because maybe the older version of Savitar is too tired and weak and scarred after his own temporal loop, after being trapped in the speedforce for so long, and Barry-S needs to take his place and live out their destiny.

So Barry-S challenges Barry in 2021, and Barry-S gets trapped. He’s imprisoned and pissed. And going through hell in the speedforce, trapped inside that prison, likely reliving the moment Iris dies over and over.

Originally posted by calmandcalculating

And inside the speedforce trap, he realizes he has to escape. Maybe he’s eroding, or maybe that hasn’t happened yet. But it will. He has to close the loop in order to exist. It is a time loop, and unless he escapes and kills Iris, none of this ever happens, at least in this timeline. He has to escape, kill Iris, live to 2021… and then get killed by himself (his younger self), probably, unless he can change things.

So, somehow using the philosopher’s stone (I don’t have all the details on that front) and sheer force of will, he manages to appear to speedsters in the material world, to use his skills to gain acolytes, to see across the timelines Barry has created (like Flashpoint) and use them against him. Up until the point where he manages to finally escape from the speedforce.

At which point, it’s all going just like he remembers it did, back when he was Barry, when they were one and the same, before he was Barry-S, a remnant.

Originally posted by renesmeeharelds

(Except maybe he doesn’t remember this… Barry is changing things now, after having run to the future. 2024!Barry hadn’t done that, so now we’re in a new timeline).

But to Savitar, Iris was dead before he was created, and he’ll kill her in order to close the loop and ensure he will create himself, become himself. Only this time, he intends to stay free after he does. To not become trapped ever again, and to not die in 2021 when he meets Barry-S, his past self who hasn’t yet been trapped and eroded. 

(Or if he never did kill his older self, maybe he was always sort of free, after, given that it’s his past self that was trapped in the speedforce. But then, the rules of time travel don’t fully apply to him, and to be trapped in there might mean to be trapped at all points in time/existence - past, present, and future. Regardless of what it is, I would not be surprised.).

For the record, you can conceive of all these time jumps as creating slightly different unique timelines, and it’ll still sort of lead you to the same place, but that’s an added layer relative to what the show tried to give us. 

But, that also explains why Barry killing himself now (or failing to create a remnant in the future) won’t necessarily “undo” Savitar as we know him now. The Savitar we know now came from a different timeline, was created already in that timeline, the same way Eobard was a time remnant from another timeline. Eobard died when his ancestor died in the current timeline because his existence was no longer confluent with the current timeline and the speedforce didn’t like it, but Barry-S may have hopped timelines so many times that’s become somewhat irrelevant, especially since he was created from a loop to begin with.

Originally posted by fibu

Final note: how this fits with Flashpoint?

It sort of does and sort of doesn’t. The point is mostly that when Barry mucked up the timeline as much as he did, he created a new timeline in which a different set of events happened than it otherwise would have. Savitar wasn’t an issue before he messed up the timeline, but when he did, he created a timeline in which Savitar and this time loop existed and have always existed. I can’t say exactly why, except maybe as a repercussion from selfish timetravel handed down by the semi-sentient speedforce or else because the existence of Savitar was/is predicated on the existence of multiple timelines that are connected only through the speedforce (philosopher’s stone) so splitting the timeline too much creates problems like him as some mercurial inevitable outcome. 

Either way, way to go Barry. 

Originally posted by ravenclairee

Of Filth and Men


This isn’t a necessarily happy fic

It’s one of my ideas for an end to the Filthy Frank Show.

But if you’re curious for what lies ahead, you have been warned.

Frank lines the three of them up one by one.

“Cover your ears. All of you.”

They do as he says.

Sal turns around. Afraid.

“It’ll be alright Salamander Man. Just turn around okay? Here take your flute.“

Sal begins to play his classic song.

“Pink Guy.”

He spins around to look at Frank.

“Hey buddy, can you rap for us? Reaaaallly fuckin loud I want the neighbors to hear that shit. And no matter what you hear, do not uncover your ears.”

He perks up and sings his tune with his ears covered. Frank can’t understand his gibberish but he knows he’s calmed.

Lemon is curled up on the end going on and on about twenty-one, as usual.

Frank pulls the gun out from his waistband and cocks it. He starts with Sal. He puts the gun behind his head and looks away.

“I’ll see you soon buddy”

His flute hits the floor and his body drops.

Pink Guy continues his song, much louder and much more disconcerted than before.

Frank attempts to gather himself as he moves to Lemon. He puts the gun behind his head as he screams. He was about to pull the trigger but

“w-wait Franku please I don’t wanna die”

Frank, astounded by his first use of actual speech, lowers his gun.

He crouches down next to him

“It’s gonna be okay. We’re going to a better place. No more Chin Chin, no more worries.”


“Yeah sure fuck it twenty-one.”

He stands back up behind him, gun in hand.

“We’ll see each other soon.”

He slumps forward as fluids drain from his body.

And finally, Pink Guy. Frank finds this the hardest to do. Pink stops his song and uncovers his ears. He opens his eyes and stares about the bloodied room, and at the bodies of his friends. He breaks.

“God dammit Pink Guy, what the fuck did I say?”

“Franku why?”

“Because there’s nothing left for us here. Chin Chin will be here soon we’re running out of time. And I can’t stop him. No one can. And I’m not letting him take you guys. I’m not letting what happened to Safari Man happen to you. This is the only way. Now shut up an-”



Pink’s life flashes before his eyes.
He’s drowning.
Fighting to stay alive.
He remembers being chased in the pitch blackness, only the red light of his torch guiding his way.
He remembers the cool touch of a blood filled tub. He remembers the vomit, he remembers the pain.
He remembers Chin Chin’s curse. He remembers the agony he was put in.
He remembers Frank saving him.
And he trusts him.
He closes his eyes.
And he let’s go.

“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck FUUUUUUUUUUUCK”
Frank screams as he cradles Pink’s limp body. He puts the gun to his head.

“I’m coming Pink Guy, I’m….”

But he can’t do it.
How many times had he had a shot gun in his mouth?
How many times had he said he wanted to kill himself?

But now that the time had come, he couldn’t bring himself to pull the trigger.

“Need some help?”

Frank looked up to see that familiar face.

George stood over him with that laid back attitude he always had.

“Fuck you faggot, get out of here”
He threw the gun at George’s feet.

“I just wanna help. You want out of here, and I… want you gone. It’s over Frank.

Frank looked up again but lost breath at what he saw.

George stood there in his grey hoodie, black track pants, and those classic Nike’s.

But a dark force stood beyond him, he could make out a shadow lingering over him.

It was Chin Chin.

“You know what he wants. What we both want. Now either you let me help you, or he will.”

“…Fine. Fuck ass.”

George laughed.

“Even to the very end, you’re still an asshole huh? I know there’s more to you than that. I’ve seen it.”

“Wanna suck my ass while you’re down there kissing it?”

“I’m gonna miss you Frank. You’ll always be a part of me, and I’ll never forget that.”


“Don’t cause too much trouble up there. And hey lighten up. You’re free now.


“And so am I.”

George pulls the trigger.

A loud gunshot heard for miles rings out.

He releases a sigh of relief, the shadow of Chin Chin fades away, and the whole world is lifted from his shoulders.

“I’m free.”

anonymous asked:

19 Jun <3

19. First time waking up next to each other

Consider this the second part to Jun + first time sleeping on the same bed together!

You weren’t sure if you were woken up by the Sun sneaking into the hotel room through the blinds that hadn’t been shut properly or by Jun mumbling something in his sleep, or possibly by both, but your lips curved into a small smile either way before your eyes had even opened.

“Jun?” you whispered, placing your hand on top of his near your stomach, and turned your head a little. All you could see was his hair falling over his face, since it was getting really long, and when you didn’t get a reply, you figured that he was still asleep. Chuckling quietly, you began turning around with Jun’s arm still around you. “You sure don’t move around while sleeping…”

It was exhilarating to be so close to him, and you couldn’t help but slowly reach for his hair, which you moved away from his forehead, pleased to see that it also stayed away. A soft smile spread to your lips at the sight of his eyes still peacefully shut as he breathed steadily, his lips parted the slightest bit. You moved your fingertips to touch his cheek gently, and bit on your lower lip a little in excitement as you ran your fingers over the slightest beginning of a stubble on his jaw.

When Jun scrunched his nose, you couldn’t help but giggle quietly.

“You’re tickling me,” he muttered groggily, keeping his eyes shut, but you could feel his arm tighten a little around you.

“So?” you asked with a grin, and with your hand cupping Jun’s cheek, gave him a sweet kiss that you were unable to keep yourself from giving him. As you pulled away slowly, you smiled as Jun finally let his eyes flutter open. “Good morning.”

He gave you a small smile, still visibly sleepy, and pulled you closer, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Good morning.”

Laughing, you ran your fingers through his hair and embraced him back. “I didn’t know you’d be like this first thing in the morning.”

“The more you know, huh,” Jun grinned and gave you a peck on your neck. “In my defense, it’s our first morning together.”

You pouted and pulled back a little. “Are you saying this won’t become a thing?”

He raised his eyebrows, his lips parting in surprise. “Do you want it to?”

“Naturally,” you mumbled, a small pout still present on your lips, and slid down on the bed so that you could press your head to his chest. “You know I love cuddling you.”

Jun chuckled and stroked your back, his voice amused as he spoke. “Alright, honey. Morning cuddles it is.”

You hummed in satisfaction. “I like the sound of that.”

Silence fell over you for a moment as you enjoyed each other’s presence, still giving yourselves some time to wake up properly. Jun let his eyes fall back shut every now and then, his fingers moving slowly in your hair while you drew figures in his back.

Suddenly, he snorted, and you lifted your face.

“So, you don’t kick in your sleep,” he stated in amusement, and opened his eyes to look at you playfully when he saw you staring back at him, “but you do talk a little.”

You pursed your lips, your cheeks heating up, and with your brain going over dozens of possibilities of what you might have said, spoke. “…What did I say?”

With a smug grin on his face, Jun leaned down, his nose touching yours. “Just my name a few times. Makes me wonder what kind of a dream you were having…”

At that point your cheeks were certain to be rosy in color, but you somehow managed to keep your composure. Jun remained close to you, but didn’t kiss you. 

Your lips brushed a little against his as you spoke again. “I think I have a pretty good idea of what you think the dream was like, but in reality there was just restaurant called Jun that I really liked.”

His grin widened, if it was even possible, and he laughed a little. “Do you really want me to go into what it could mean that I was a restaurant that you liked?”

When his words hit you, you groaned and hid your face in his chest while he laughed and hugged you tightly. “I hate you.”

Jun shook his head and hummed, “You love me, and I love you too.”

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On the Brink - Chapter 3

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Pairings: Lucifer x You

Warnings: Torture. Swearing.

Author’s Note: I erased half of this and re-wrote it, so I’m hoping you all like it! I think I got everybody with the tags, but if I didn’t please let me know. I definitely didn’t exclude anyone on purpose. Let me know what you think of this chapter - thanks!

Tags: @krysta1kitkat @caffeine-nights @dekahg @capsofwinchesters @casteelle @tolieboy @xmaspumpkin @amyapathetic @littlepandadreamer @only-a-nerd @uruburock13 @teamfreewilllovesyou

Originally posted by lucifersagents

You and Lucifer were left alone for a week after that horrible torture session. It seemed that the King knew you would need a break to recover for more torture. The blisters on your feet weren’t anywhere close to being fully healed but at least you could now walk again. You weren’t sure how Lucifer’s wings were because he hadn’t offered to let you see them again, and you hadn’t asked. He still hadn’t told you where he had been for those two weeks or why he had treated you so poorly when he returned, and you weren’t sure you wanted to know. There was something different about him now and you weren’t sure if it was because of where he had been or if it was because of the torture.

It was on the fifth day of this blissful break that Todrick showed up. Tod was a lesser demon that had been tasked with taking care of your laundry once a month. Apparently Crowley had a distaste for soiled clothing. Tod was a slight little thing, with big round glasses and a prominent Adam’s apple. He always looked nervous and you supposed he should be. He was, after all, how your lotions and medicines were being smuggled in.

“Hey Tod,” You said, standing up from the floor where you had been laying in silence. To your surprise, Lucifer sat up on the bed with a curious look on his face. “Hang on, I’ll get the clothes for you.”Tod nodded, peering cautiously through the bars at Lucifer.

“So that’s him, huh?” He asked you, as though Lucifer couldn’t hear him perfectly.

“Yep, that’s the Devil.” You grunted as you stooped to grab the bloody, torn clothes off the ground.

“Huh, I thought he’d be more…just more, you know?”

Lucifer scowled. “I’m more than you’ll ever be, you pathetic little flea.”

“Take it easy,” You said to the archangel as you passed the clothes through the bars. “Tod is one of the good ones.”

Lucifer snorted, but you ignored him.

“Hey, we need some more of the burn salve.” You said to Tod in a low voice. “We’re running really low.”

“Already?” He asked, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

“Yeah. There’s two of us now, see?”

“Yeah, yeah, I see. Alright, I’ll get you some.”

“Thank you,” You said, with real warmth in your voice. “You are amazing. I mean it.”

Tod stuttered and squeaked, “Y…you’re welcome!”

He turned and scurried away with the clothes in his hands. You watched him leave before turning around, intending to lay back down where you had been before. You stopped when you saw Lucifer smirking at you with a smug expression.

“What?” You asked warily.

“I get it now.” He said. “I see what you do.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You are just such a Winchester.”

“You keep saying that,” You growled, annoyance starting to rise within you. “What exactly do you mean?”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “What I mean is that you charmed that poor little freak into doing whatever you want and you did it on purpose. He’s so in love with you that he’d probably open the door and let you free if you asked him.”

“First of all,” You began. “No he won’t because I’ve already asked him. Second of all, he is not in love with me. And third of all, if he is, I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“I’ve seen how you operate now, little Winchester.” Lucifer said, that smirk still on his stupid face. “You just charm everyone around you in order to get your way. I’m onto you.”

“Lucifer, I have no idea what you are talking about,” You grumbled. “I don’t try to charm everyone I meet.”

“So you’re trying to tell me that it just happens naturally?”

“That what happens naturally? That Tod just naturally liked me? I am pretty likable.” You retorted, your eyes flashing. “Besides, my natural charm and charisma clearly doesn’t affect everyone. You certainly don’t seem to care one way or the other.”

Lucifer’s smile seemed to flicker for a moment before the smirk was firmly back in place.

“And don’t you forget it.” He said.

“Oh trust me, Feathers,” You said, settling back down onto the floor. “If I try to charm you, you’ll know it. No one can resist the famous Winchester charm.”

You were expecting a witty remark, but all Lucifer said was, “Apparently.”

He was looking at you in an odd sort of way and you didn’t like it. You rolled over so you wouldn’t have to see him anymore and after a few moments you heard him lay back down. He was being so weird lately. This was the most he had spoken to you in days. And it was about charming people? Making them like you? So. Weird.

Crowley came for you on the eighth day and brought Lucifer again too. Your heart sank when you realized it was going to be more of the same thing. But you were shocked when you entered the torture room and instead saw Tod strapped down to the table. He wore a terrified expression and his eyes were rolling hideously in his head.

“This is Todrick,” Crowley began richly. “He’s the one who’s been washing your filthy, stinking clothes for the past eleven months, which I’m sure you already knew. He’s also the one who’s been providing you with medicines to help you heal faster.”

Adrenaline rushed through you at his words, but you couldn’t do anything besides stand there next to the archangel.

Crowley continued. “I’ve known this for a while now, but I let it go on. I was hoping I might make more progress than I have and I was being quite generous. But I’m done with that now. I need to know the location of the Hand of God device and you’ve got it up there in your little noggin, Y/N. So there will be no more medicines. No more clean clothes. But I’ll give you the choice of how Todrick dies. If you give me the location of the device, I’ll make it quick and clean. If you don’t, I will torture him for a very long time first and make you watch every second.”

You clenched your jaw against the scream that was threatening to come out. “No. I won’t tell you.”

“So be it.” Crowley scowled.It was a very long time before Tod succumbed to death. His shrieks were horrible and grating on your ears, but his hideous moans after Crowley cut out his tongue were even worse. He begged you to give up the location, pleaded with you, but you didn’t. So eventually he just took to screaming your name. You wanted to turn away and cover your ears, but you owed it to Tod to watch this. You silently vowed revenge on Crowley for this transgression as well as all the others, something you had done every day since your capture.

Once the demon was dead, Crowley had his mangled, bloody corpse tossed aside. He regarded you thoughtfully for a moment, then turned to his henchmen.

“Strap the archangel down.” He commanded.

“What? No!” You gasped. You turned towards Lucifer but there were three demons forcing his struggling form towards the table. You were grabbed roughly from behind to prevent you from running after him. “No!”

They strapped him onto the table and you stared at him. He looked back at you and you could see fear in his eyes. Your breath started coming in gasps.

“New deal.” Crowley said. “Either you tell me where the device is, or I’ll hack off his wings.”

The King stood next to Lucifer and picked up a Chinese cleaver from the table next to him. He grabbed at the air and yanked something hard. Lucifer cried out in pain and you knew Crowley had his wing in his hand.

“I…can’t.” You stuttered, your mind going numb.

Crowley sighed, raised the cleaver high, and brought it down through the air. It caught on something about halfway through his swing and Lucifer screamed. The sound was ten times worse than the sounds Tod had made and suddenly you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’ll tell you!” You screamed as Crowley brought the cleaver up again. “Stop! I’ll tell you where it is!”

You weren’t sure you could be heard over the screams Lucifer was still emitting, but Crowley heard you. He hesitated, then put the cleaver back on the table. You saw that it was covered in blood and you felt sick. Lucifer was shaking and looked like he was about to pass out.

“Interesting.” Crowley said mildly.

“What’s interesting?” You snarled at him.

“Well, you just let Todrick be tortured for hours without saying a word, but one little cut on Lucifer and you’re ready to ‘fess up. It’s interesting, that’s all.”

You said nothing, merely glared at him. Lucifer was gasping still, but he seemed to have to his senses somewhat. He was looking at you, his eyes hooded.

“D…don’t.” He said in a harsh whisper.

“Sorry.” You have him a small smile. You looked back at Crowley. “Well? How do you want to do this? Do I just blab it out?”

“Sure.” He said. “But I will warn you that if I get there and the device isn’t there, I will return and finish the job on him.”

“How the hell am I supposed to know if it’s there or not?” You responded hotly. “I only have the information that I was given! I don’t know if it’s actually there because you kidnapped me before I could find out!”

“If it’s not there, I will hack his wings off piece by piece.” Crowley reiterated, growling.

You sneered, about to respond when the door to the chambers was suddenly wrenched open and three figures sprinted through. The two demons nearest the door were vaporized almost instantly. It happened so fast that you couldn’t see clearly. The demon holding your arm snarled and let go, and you stumbled. You turned to see a small figure also advancing through the door and recognized her as Crowley’s mother, Rowena. Not good.

Taking advantage of your new found freedom, you ran over to Lucifer and started undoing his restraints. Maybe in the chaos you could free him and find a way to escape.

“Winchester…” Lucifer breathed.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s me.” You said distractedly, tugging at the restraints. “Come on, we gotta get out of here.”

He gave you a half-smile and said weakly, “No, idiot. Winchesters.”

You realized he was pointing back towards the fray and you turned to see what was going on. It was then that you realized your brothers had arrived.

anonymous asked:

Do you think that when Kaneki sleeps he's just a torso? I thought that kagune takes focus to create and his limbs still appear to be kagune

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

The scales have fallen from my eyes.

Well, uh, I think we can assume that Kaneki is willing his kagune to take the shape of arms and legs,and whenever we see Kaneki out cold his kagune disappears (presumably retracting), like in his first fight against Arima:

His kagune’s out in bulk, but when Arima shish-kabobs him:

It’s gone. So the same must apply while he’s sleeping.

The more you know, huh?

Gotta Go My Own Way 3 | Calum Hood

Finally got around to writing this as well! Enjoy loves. Parts 1 and 2

(not my gif)


Calum had been hanging onto me the last couple of days since the awkward incident that ended with me finding Nia and Calum in her dressing room getting a little too cozy. Was I complaining about the few extra minutes spent cuddling on the couch before heading out the tour bus door to set up for the venue? Was I complaining about the few extra forehead kisses that graced my skin before he left my side for an hour and a half to play his set? No, of course not.

But I am complaining about his reasoning.

I know he’s only doing it to make up for whatever happened that day in the dressing room. I may have walked in on an awkward moment, but I didn’t know anything that happened before that. It was all up in the air, for speculation. 

Nia still paraded around as if she won a prize at the county fair all on her own. Her smile shined brighter, her eyes gleamed with pride, her stride was long and stretched, and her clothes, it seemed, got shorter and tighter with each show. She would often drag Calum with her to Mr.Jackson to talk about the show night before we even start packing up, in an attempt to make Mr.Jackson like him more. Or so I’m concluding.

She didn’t pay attention to any of the other boys as much as she payed attention to mine, and they all could see it, along with the flames in my eyes when she’d dare touch him or look at him a certain way. So right now, with a guitar in his arms, his knees touching mine, and me holding a pen and notepad, we begin to write a new song that would debut in two show nights. Calum preferred to be the main song writer of the group just because it was his way of releasing all bad energy and turning it into something that would be useful for the world and the people in it. Of course the other boys helped out too, but tonight was just my man and I.

“So, show me how the chords work with the lyrics again?” I asked, bringing the pen against my lips and leaning my elbows on my knee.

“It’s…taking every breathe away, with all of the mistakes I’ve made, from all the letters that I’ve saved, this is everything I didn’t say…” Each strum was a different line of lyrics which he played so beautifully. Normally fans would just think he stuck to the bass and some vocals, but Calum was more diverse than that. He knew how to play the guitar fairly well, he practiced the drums every now and then, he can play the piano beautifully but is still learning, knows how to harmonize and sing from his heart, and knew how to work some meaningful lyrics together. I admired him before thinking of the perfect lyrics to follow.

“Oh! How about…’I wish I could’ve made you stay, but I’m the only one to blame’…’I know that it’s a little too late, this is everything I didn’t say’.” I smiled triumphantly scribbling down the messy lyrics. They sounded better than I had ever expected to come up with, so I had to write fast to make sure I didn’t lose the magic. Calum smiled along with me, rubbing my knee comfortingly and began to strum the chords with the newly made lyrics to make sure they flowed, which they did. 

“You’re becoming a real music genius babe, bringing you here with me was probably the best decision I ever made.” He held my hand in his looking me dead in the eyes with a certain sparkle to them. I gulped before putting on a faker no teeth smile, nodding along with him. Something about this ‘compliment’ didn’t sound as genuine as his usual compliments were, but almost as if it was rehearsed, like he knew he was going to end up saying something along those lines eventually. But I swallowed back the thought and leaned forward, setting a sweet kiss on his plump pink lips before picking up the pen and notepad to write more.

“Okay so, first verse and chorus is done, now let’s get started on the-” The door whipped open almost hitting the back wall, revealing the witch that is Nia. She wore really tight black jeans that obviously showed off her bubble butt of an ass and a cropped black and white stripped top, trying to accentuate her A cup boobs. I huffed and slammed down the notepad and pen on the table in front of us and leaned back into the couch crossing my arms.

‘This outta be good.’ I whispered to myself.

“Calum come on! Mr.Jackson needs to speak to you about exciting news!” Without even paying attention to me, she took the guitar from his arms and set it down, then grabbed his arm forcefully and yanked him off the couch.

“Wait about what? I’m busy here if you couldn’t tell.” 

“I don’t want to give anything away it’s just important so c’mon!” He planted his feet on the ground, turning back to give me a sad look in his eye, as if he was telling me there was basically nothing he could do about the situation unfolding before us.

“it’s fine, just go. I’ll be here and we’ll finish the song when you get back.” He nodded his head with a half smile and Nia rushed him out of the door with that stupid big smile on her face.

I leaned forward with my head in my hands, sighing, and then running them down my face in frustration. I looked over at the lifelessly guitar and contemplated trying to learn how to use it to try and finish the song myself, seeing as I didn’t know if Calum would be coming back any time soon.

I picked it up in my hands, unsure of where to place them, but I just thought back to watching Calum play it and tried to copy his movements. I placed my fingers on the strings that I remember him laying his on, and pressed really hard to make sure they were secure. But for some reason, when I strummed, it only created a huge vibrating noise that I know wasn’t right. I quickly stopped the noise and bit my lip hoping nobody heard that awful sound. I groaned once more, still trying to press my fingers all the way down, not even noticing someone by the door watching.

“You have to cut your nails.” I jumped and nearly dropped the guitar on the ground, pieces of my hair falling in front of my face blinding some of my view. The blonde boy smiled at my state, and I sighed putting a hand to my heart.

“Oh god Luke, you gave me a fucking heart attack.” He came into the room, taking the guitar from my hands and sat next to me placing it in his own.

“And what about the nails?” I asked.

“They’re too long, you need to cut them so you can use the tips of your fingers which hold the strings down better.” I looked down and widened my fingers to look at my 4 day old acrylic set. I pouted at my pretty nails, knowing that if I did eventually want to learn how to play I’d have to take them off.

“These are acrylic, they’re fake nails, I’d have to get them removed.”

“Well that’d be a shame wouldn’t it? They’re very beautiful.” He said, admiring my silver glitter coffin shaped nails with a rhinestone placed just ahead of the cuticle. I slightly smiled, then turned to face him grabbing the notepad and pen once more.

“So, struggling with the new song huh?”

“Yeah, and you know Calum, he doesn’t want anyone writing unless he wants the help. So I’m stuck here with a half finished song, a useless guitar, and an empty room with no entertainment of any kind.” I huffed, looking down at he and I’s progress.

“Yeah, I saw her run out with him a few minutes ago. Then heard that awful strum you made, and decided I should come in here and help you.” I covered my hands with my face shielding myself from embarrassment. Welp, I guess someone did here that noise.

“Oh no, you heard that?” He nodded and smiled, removing my hands from my face. His bright blue eyes were determined to find mine, and he held my hands in his for a few seconds just looking at me. I felt a spring in my stomach that told me to pull away, so I did. I pulled my hands back and cleared my throat while flattening my top to make it look like I pulled away to fix my clothes, and not because I was feeling uncomfortable with how close we are.

“Luke I don’t think it’s smart of you to help me, this is Calum and I’d project and knowing him he’d have a fit if someone else wrote on it.”

“Oh come on, Calum’s my best friend. He’ll understand that it’s my way of helping out and being a real part in the music making process. Plus, I do have to know the song to perform it soon am I right?” 

“Fair enough Hemmings.” I bit my lip smiling, then shrugged his shoulder with my elbow. “You’re strings and I’m lyrics. Let’s get started.”

45 minutes later…

Luke and I sat on opposite sides of the couch, our legs entangled, slight giggles in the air as we looked back on events that have happened throughout these last few weeks of touring. The song was finally finished and sounded pretty amazing and still held it’s intended message that Calum wanted it to have, so we had some time to kill. Calum still wasn’t back yet from whatever Nia pulled him to.

“Oh my god and remember last week when you fell on stage and got tangled in the guitar cords!” I laughed loudly to him.

“Hey! That wasn’t my fault, I got distracted by a very pretty girl and just lost all sense of control.” 

“Ooooo so this is a fan?” I asked eyeing him with a smirk.

“You’ll find out soon, don’t be so pushy.” He crinkled up some of the yellow lined paper and threw it at my face catching me off guard. I opened my mouth wide and gasped, getting up from the couch.

“Oh no, now you’re gonna get it Luke.”

“Whatcha gonna do about it loser?” I looked around to find a weapon of choice, and with a devilish look in my eye, I grabbed the small grey pillow from the couch and began smacking him with it. His high pitched laugh rang through the walls, causing me to laugh uncontrollably. His hands tried to cover his face but they were not match for my forceful smacks. In between the time I started hitting Luke and now, Calum stood by the door of the room, resting on his right side just staring at the scene in front of him. I looked up briefly to wipe hair out of my face and caught his eye. The laughter quickly died, his stare becoming intense and he gripped onto his biceps harder with crossed arms. 

“Hey babe, we were just messing around for a little while waiting for you.” 

“I see you finished the song.” He nodded toward the full page notepad paper with black inked lyrics on it, and I mentally face palmed myself. I knew finishing the song was a bad idea and I knew it would upset him to finish a song so near and dear to his heart, especially since I finished it with his best friend.

“Yeah, Luke helped. It came out really good I promise, do you want to hear it?”

“Just save it, I’ll look at it later on tonight. I’m going to get ready for our set, which is something you should be doing too.” His chin jutted out at Luke, who was now standing beside me and he nodded at Calum. He scuffed before exiting the doorway, and I let out a long awaited breathe. Luke’s arm snaked around my neck and brought me into a warming hug, setting his chin on top of my head.

“Ugh, I knew he was going to be mad. I should’ve just let it be.”

“No, it needed to be finished by tonight so we could play it tomorrow. And if Calum had come any later there would’ve been no time so you did a good thing he just doesn’t see it right now because he’s mad that it’s not fully his work.” I looked up at Luke to find those same bright blues staring down at me. I only shrugged my shoulders.

“I guess so…”

“And hey, it was fun just the two of us hanging out again. I haven’t really spent any time with you since Calum decided he needed to be attached to you every second of every day.” I laughed slightly and hit his chest.

“Shut up Luke, you’re my best friend there’s always gonna be time for you.” His lips immediately formed a straight line and a sharp breathe came out of his nose.

“Yeah, best friends…” My eyebrows furrowed at his response to me calling him my best friend, which was weird because…that’s what he was. Part of the reason I’m here is because Luke doesn’t trust any other female to keep him in line besides his mom, so having me here helps him forget sometimes that he’s away from home and keeps him from feeling homesick. I’ve always called him my best friend, I’ve always called him my brother, but he never responded this way where it seems as if he’s unhappy we’re in that type of relationship.

“I’m going to set also, see you on the sidelines dork.” He fluffed the top of my head messing up my hair before dashing out of the room, leaving me with my mouth open and a chuckle to follow. That boy is something else I tell ya.

Calum’s POV

Nia pulled me into a room with a big circle table and a bunch of people a part of their management team surrounding it, including Mr.Jackson. They all smiled as they saw me, and Nia practically plopped my down next to her in a chair, pretty harshly I might add.

“Calum, we’ve brought you here to discuss some possible new opportunities for you after this tour.” Mr.Jackson asked.

“Uh-uh, like what sir?”

“Well, seeing as you’re very talented on multiple instruments and can hold a tune very nicely, we were wondering if you’d like to record a song with Hey Violet!” Nia was holding my hand still at this point with a huge smile on her face, and it started to creep me out so I drew my hand away. With a confused look, I asked, “That sounds incredible Mr.Jackson, but what about the rest of my bandmates? We’re kind of a package deal if you couldn’t tell.”

“See, that’s where this whole discussion is going. That wouldn’t get to be a part of it unfortunately, it’d just be you Calum. You and Hey Violet.”

“But why? What’s the point of only having one member of a band sing, with ANOTHER band, it just doesn’t make sense to me.”

I saw Nia give Mr.Jackson a deadly stare from across the table from the corner of my eye, and he shook underneath her gaze. His hands clasped together and he drew out a shakey breathe before looking up at me again.

“We, uh…we just believe that you have the talent to be the solo sound of this next single. Not that the other boys don’t, it’s just that they wouldn’t have the correct sound that you have for this song.”

“Well I won’t do it if they’re not a part of it. They’re not just my bandmates, but my brothers. You can’t just rip us apart and expect one to backstab the others. We’re in this together, so no, I don’t accept your offer.” I stood up to leave this ridiculous conversation, but I felt Nia pull me back down with his hand gently this time.

“Calum, Calum please, just hear them out…” I huffed and rolled my eyes, sitting back down again to face these outrageous people.

“Just think about it okay,’ he passed me the contract that would sign my vocals and instrumentation over to them for this single only, and I eyed it suspiciously, ‘you don’t have to make a decision until the week before the tour ends. So, take your time with it, I know this is a big thing to think over.”

“Can I tell my bandmates, or my girlfriend?”

“We all think that this should stay between just us in this room for now. It’ll be very new to them so I don’t want them along with Y/N to freak out about it.” I shook my head, and just uttered a quiet okay, before they all went on to discuss more in depth of what this offer entails. 

The whole time I kept my head down, my mind racing with the millions of downsides that go along with this offer. I’d lose my best friends and the band we’ve created together, I’d lose my girlfriend and her support, I’d lose the opportunity to experience any of it with them. There was so much to go over, and so much to think about before I made a final decision.

Hope you all enjoyed! The next chapter will leave y’all hanging on for dear life I promise. So many twists and turns to come! :)


from my au in which victorian era!allen meets ancient china!lenalee 

i already wrote some ideas on it on my twitter but i’ve been thinking abt it during the summer, so if you wanna know more abt it, click the read more!

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Title: Together With You, We’ll Relearn the World 

Pairing: sidlink

Rating: Everyone 

Tags: fluff, sweet, a little bit of sad but not a lot 

A/N: Thank you for the request! This was so super cute and I had SO much fun writing it! Hope you like it! 

Also posted on my AO3 if you’d prefer to read it there! Prompt requests are still open so send ‘em my way if you got ‘em! Comments, reblogs and kudos are much appreciated, thanks! 

Not smiling was proving to be harder than he had originally thought.

Climbing up the steep, grassy incline, the ground slippery underneath his feet, heading towards the small camp they had set up at the base of the hill, Sidon tried to focus on anything other than the small Hylian on his back. This was proving to be a challenge as the slightest glance to his right allowed him a full view of his little Hylian’s face, which just strengthened the urge to beam idiotically.

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anonymous asked:

what are some of your anatoly headcanons?

Just in general? Hm….

- Loves classical music, it’s his favorite. and isn’t too big a fan of most raps or pop music but will blast rock music. Favorite composer is Igor Stravinsky.

- He’s a big fan of fairy-tales and would totally tell them to his children. His favorite is Vasilisa the Beautiful and it’s one he read a lot to Vladimir as children. (Vladimir can recite it just like Anatoly does, voices and everything.) 

- He’s not a big fan of The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. At all. (sorry not sorry it’s because of the Headless Horseman ba dum tss)

- Anatoly isn’t religious at all. The man is atheist. Vladimir is the religious one. 

- He loves the smell of mandarins.

- His favorite type of food to eat is Indian with Mexican as a close second. He loves nachos. They’re his guilty pleasure.

- He did ballet as a child up until he was seventeen and was really good at it. His favorite ballet was The Firebird with Swan Lake as a close second.

and woah okay this got really long my bad!

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I sketched my son all over my sketchbook. Send help. I miss him so much already. Prayer circle for season 2. Please join me. I’m the sucker crying on the ground -̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩___-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩

A few headcanons in one that I want to put on here before I forget:

Okay first off, Toshinori spent quite a few of his younger years in the USA, that, along with an american mother, means he knows a lot of american children’s songs. Stuff like sesame street and the Muppets and the like, especially the Muppets. He has almost all of them stored away in some corner of his head, and hums them idly when ever he’s doing some mundane task.

Secondly, one time during a break in Izuku’s training before the UA entrance exam, Toshi started humming “Cottleston pie” and Izuku overhears him. The boy asks him what song that is, after All Might explains Izuku asks if he can actually sing it.

“What? You want to learn how to sing a children’s song young Midoriya?”

“Well, um, yeah, it sounds like a really good one!”

“Ha! You think that’s a good one? How about this…”

And so it goes that Toshinori somehow teaches Izuku every single song he can remember from his childhood, happy ones and sad ones and ones that still make him bust a gut, to the point that they get drilled into the young man’s mind as much as the training itself. 

Thirdly, one day at the dorms one of the other kids overhears Izuku singing one of those songs while making breakfast and ask what song that is, after spluttering a bit in embarrassment he explains, which only brings more questions,

“Huh? Midoriya, how do you know that song if its from America-”

Internet! I found it on the internet!” 

After actually finding that song on the internet, they look for the rest of them, more and more of Class 1-A gathering with every song played. Soon enough the whole class joins in and starts singing their own renditions of the songs, loudly and poorly, but enjoying themselves immensely.

There’s so much noise that Aizawa and Toshinori walking, Aizawa very ticked off that there’s this much noise this early in the morning, “What are you all doing you be getting ready for class not causing a racket-All might what in the hell are you doing?”

Toshinori would like to answer, really, but he’s too busy laughing to death.

Lastly, and thinking of this one caused the rest of these and also almost made me sob in the middle of work today, imagine Izuku singing Eri to sleep with a feather soft rendition of “Cottleston pie.”

anonymous asked:

Could you maybe write a Byeler oneshot where Will is talking to Jonathan about Jonathan's feelings for Nancy, and he realises that he's in love with Mike? And then he goes to the Wheeler's and confesses? I love your blog!

Aw thank you! also, thank you for suggesting! I really hope you enjoy this and it’s on the tracks of what you were looking for :) 

(sorry if there’s any typos or grammar mistakes)

If you want to suggest more, write to me here :)

“Will,” he heard his name ringing out from the other room “i’ve got a few songs i want you to listen to!” He made his way to Jonathan’s room and opened the door to Jonathan with his radio on full blast, listening to whatever strange British punk band he had found this time. Will sat down and, after some time of listening with curiosity to whatever song Jonathan was showing him, he nervously blurted out “how do you know if you like someone?” Jonathan stopped the music.


“How do you know if you… like someone… more than a friend?”

“Who are we talking about?”

“NO ONE- i just… how did you know you liked Nancy in that way?”

Jonathan smirked, knowing this conversation he was having with his little brother, Will, wasn’t entirely hypothetical.

He proceeded to explain that it just happens and can take a while or it can happen instantly.

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anonymous asked:

hi! i was wondering if you could explain how to put the floating sparkles onto a picture (like in your header images)? i can't figure it out for the life of me!

hello there! since i have a lot of time now, i might as well make a permanent tutorial for everyone. for this, i’m using photoshop cs6 extended. i’m going to add a read more to not clutter dashes. 

STEP 1: find a .gif you want to use. you can search google images, and for this tutorial i just searched “falling snow gif” and used this one you can save for now.

STEP 2: choose what you want to use the .gif on! i just made a simple 540x300 image and slapped my fave hq!! character on. 

IMPORTANT: make sure you have a render, aka an image that has a transparent background. you can either google search “_____ render” and pictures will appear with the white and gray squares behind the object, or you can crop out characters from backgrounds but that’s a tutorial for another time. Here’s an example: 

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alicemadnessliddell  asked:

S boys reactions to a multilingual S/O?


♥Shu: How much years did it took you to learn all those languages? I remember, when I was a child, they wanted me to learn a lot of them. I wasn’t interested, of course. You want to teach me? No, thanks… It’s too troublesome.

♥Reiji: Hm… That’s really fascinating. Honestly, I didn’t expect that from you. So, tell me, which languages do you speak?

♥Ayato: That’s cool! You could teach me some interesting words hehe. Hey Chichinashi, how do you say “****” and “******” in Italian? Hah? Really? I bet you know more, huh? This is so cool, I can insult the guys and they won’t even know what the heck I’m saying!

♥Kanato: I didn’t know you were capable of that. So, does that means you can sing “Scarborough Fair” with a proper pronunciation? I want to hear you! I hope you don’t ruin it…

♥Laito: Woah Bitch-Chan! I’m quite surprised… Hey, do you speak French? Fufu~ I heard a phrase in french once, but I never knew what it meant… Could you translate it for me? I think it said something like “voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?” Nfu~

♥Subaru: Huh…? Are you… Talking to me in another language? Oh, seems like you know more than one. I guess that’s fine. But when you’re with me, try to speak in a way I can understand you. Otherwise I won’t know what the hell you’re saying.